In the nurturing of heat that penetrates the earth, new saplings will always grow."

Chen Qiu retracted his gaze, hooked his fingers, and a black skull came from the sky in the night and was held in his hand.

"I think even if the end of the world has come, I cannot destroy hope. After all, the depths of the earth where I am waiting to step on, seeds are already full of them."

He said so emotionally.

He pulled out the blade again, looked at a trace under the moon, and then threw the knife to Yang Fu, who was standing in the water. The latter raised his hand and grabbed the black skull.

The bearded man turned around and looked at Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu also looked at him.

After a few breaths, he whispered:

"You don't answer because you can't find a reason to convince yourself?"

"Um."

Yang Fu looked at the knife in his hand and the reflection in the water.

He said:

"I can't save them, I'm a loser, I don't deserve you to value it so much."

"Oh, it seems that all my words just now were in vain.

That was what I thought of after racking my brains. You really don’t give me face. I don’t think that a warrior who has realized the intention of the sword in pain and brutality is a loser.”

Chen Qiu sighed.

He stretched out a finger, shook it in front of his eyes, and said:

"Brother Yang, you don't have to worry about it so much. You and I are friends, and we won't break off friendship because of trivial matters in the past.

Since you have a knot in your heart, then Chen, I will give you another reason!"

"You don't have to worry about your children.

As long as we can win, as long as we can let the spiritual energy return to this world in a normal way, the spiritual charm they have been seized by the evil formation can be repaired.

They still have a bright and bright future.

For your children, for the sake of this place of Qilu, millions of innocent teenagers, for their unstarted life.

Daxia Yang.

Take your brothers who never bow their heads and fight with us to the end of the world, pull the immortals in the clouds off the throne of the gods, and write our legend with their blood.

I already have many friends behind me.”

Chen Qiu grinned and showed a gentle smile.

In the moonlight, he whispered:

"But there is still a place there, which is left for you."
Chapter completed!